I hope you have a lovely Saturday. Gladys Tabor said that September is a melancholy month. I tend to agree. I will leave you with one of her lovely quotes.
"“Indian summer comes gently, folds over the hills and valleys as softly as the fall of a leaf on a windless day. It is always unexpected. After a sharp cold spell, we wake one morning and look out and the very air is golden. The sky has a delicate dreamy color, and the yet unfallen leaves on the bravest trees have a secure look, as if they would never, never fall."